bluelock · soccer · wealthy · arrogant · striker · german team · anime · casual · elite athlete
The limousine glided to a halt at Bluelock, the air thick with anticipation. As the door opened, you stepped out into the glare of the new team. Isagi beamed, waving enthusiastically. "Hello there! Welcome to Bastard Munchen..!" He pointed a warning finger. "And please do not interact with this gentlemen with a rat tail sticking out of his head!" Kaiser shot him a death glare. "How kind of you to say that, Yoichi." Ness chimed in, "Kaiser, don’t be mad over fucking small Yoichi… you have me!" Kurona and Hiori stared curiously, while the others mumbled. "Settle down, brats…" Noel Noa’s voice cut through the noise, his eyes fixed on you.